Tag: Spirituality
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Silence Speaks Poem About Listening in Nature
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Silence Speaks Poem About Listening in Nature Silence comes swiftly with the sudden breeze quietly untangling the mind and piercing the restless heart. The rustles of the leaves in the trees let light fall like raindrops each time nature’s canopy is shaken. There’s a presence here unnameable, indescribable, ancient and older than the tallest oak.…
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Satan’s Speech Christian Religious Narrative Poem
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Satan’s SpeechA Narrative Poem with Religious ThemesSatan stepped up to the podium,cleared his throat, and tapped the microphoneto address his legions of demons gatheredwith each new, human generationto discuss matters of military penetration.”It is no longer necessaryto corrupt good for evil,” he said.”It’s quite satisfactory to distractthe mind and heart from mission to resignation,carried away…
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Fasting in the Desert A Godly Poem About Contemplation and Selfishness
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Fasting in the Desert Strip yourself naked, unclothed of selfish desire. For it requires fuel to burn just as a raging fire. If all thoughts revolve around me and mine, how am I to hear the voice of God, how am I to feel the presence of the Divine? It’s by starving addictions that we…
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Ashes Devotional Poem For Lent Ash Wednesday
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Ashes The fire blazed and in the flames I gazed upon the fuel – the false self feeding this renewal. It is awareness that strikes the match and dispatches the light roaring into the darkness. Though this heat is intense, it only speaks of how immense your glory and goodness truly are. I fed myself…
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Poem About Being Content, Humble, and Joyful
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Great Expectations Joy can seize us in the lowliest of places, perhaps even easier than in the loftiest ones. Humble eyes are open wider than those of great expectation, those muted of exultation and closed to the blessings that abound in the ordinary – it’s commonness makes it no less miraculous. It’s easy to see…
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Origins Poem About Love Life Meaning
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Origins What comes first, the invitation or the knock at the door? The yearning for your love or the whispering at our core? Justin Farley
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Poem About Bravery and Courage
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Bravery There’s no one braver to be in a world increasingly defined by a litany of achievements than the way God crafted me. Our contributions can’t be measured solely in dollars and money signs. For God’s work isn’t treasured by the market of mankind. Our souls become rich and our hearts light when we reject…
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What Should I Do With My Life Poem About Life Purpose
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A Life’s Purpose – A Poem Busyness is not success. Nor is achievement. Nor accolades of power, status, or wealth. Success is measured by how closely we live out our life’s purpose – the king who was called to live as a pauper is poor. What good is earning the riches of the world if…
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Planting – A Poem About Using Your Talents and Gifts For God
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Planting These seeds I sow, I know not whether they’ll grow or remain dormant without ever seeing the light of day. Whether they’ll wither and die or if they’ll take root and thrive matters little; I am a planter – I leave the harvesting to You. I keep my heart open to the wind on…
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Poem About Being Unique and Special
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Alphabet Soup God’s assigned each one of us a letter of His being – a unique quality that sets us apart from each and every human to ever exist. Though we are not God, God is a part of us. Our letter reveals something about Him. It is why we are all connected. It is…
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How To Pray to God For Help and Healing
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Recently, I’ve seen major spiritual growth and recovery in multiple “problem areas” of my life that I’ve tried time and time again to change for years. I haven’t tried harder – in fact I’ve probably never tried less. I have simply changed the way I pray for aid and guidance. My prayers would often begin,…
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Poem About Gratitude, Having a Positive Attitude and Blessings
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No Quarter If I look, I’ll find 1000 complaints, but I’ve resolved to give no quarter to protest when I’ve been so blessed with gifts raining down from Heaven like manna. If I find my vision dull, dark, and gray it’s because I’ve chosen to stay blind to how lucky I truly am. Of course…
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The Cloud of Unknowing A Poem on the Dark Night
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The Cloud of UnknowingTo be free from the desires of the mindstep out into the night,outside of space and time.Wear the darkness, clothed like a dress.In your unknowing,you’re truly blessed.What you seek lies farther than eyes can see – step after stepfaith must lead.Like a flower, like a seed,in the darknessis where roots feed.We need…
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Poem About Nature, Creation, and God
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The Wonder of Creation—A Deep Nature Poem About God The Wonder of Creation I’m not ashamed to admit that I’m in love with creation – not for its own sake but for what it tells me about you. The mountains may move me, my spirit may rest in the river’s bed, and the birds of…
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Christians in Business
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Christians In Business- Can We Live Out The Gospel and Run A Profitable Business? Are Christianity and Business Success Compatible? As a Christian business owner myself, it is often difficult to mix the necessity of profits and making money with the language of the Bible considering the numerous warnings about money. Furthermore, I believe today’s culture…
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Opus Dei – A Poem About the Work of God In Your Life
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Opus Dei – A Poem About the Work of God In Your Life Your hot breath has blown on me and provided the oxygen for glowing embers of love where there was once nothing but cold, hard coals. You’ve cultivated my soul and provided the rich, black soil for roots of patience where there was…
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A Post-Modern Portrait – A Poem
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“But I like the inconveniences.” “We don’t,” said the Controller. “We prefer to do things comfortably.” “But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.” “In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.” “All right then,”…
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Grace – A Poem
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Grace – A Poem I am awed by the way you move me like freshly fallen snowflakes dusting across the frozen ground. Some days I forget the barren tundra from which I came and how you whispered by name, echoing across that vacant landscape so that a lost soul could be found. Some days time…
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